Much unlike many a magazine editor who recommends you buy all sorts of crap that they most likely got for free, your Jezebel staff doesn't get jack shit (other than books, unsolicited). And that's how it should be. But on our own time, in our personal lives, we still buy stuff. So this is Worth It, our recommendation of random things that we've actually spent our own money on. These are the things we buy regularly or really like, things we'd actually tell our friends about. And now we're telling you.

I live in Los Angeles now, where you can waltz into any grocery store and buy a 50-gallon drum of Rumple Minze for breakfast, and it's awesome. But I'm from Seattle, where, if you want anything other than wine and beer, you have to trek to a state-run liquor store that's only open for 15 minutes a day except for Sundays because that's the Lord's Day and the Baby Jesus only drinks Shirley Temples or whatever. (That's hyperbole so STOP YELLING AT ME and also Washington liquor laws are changing in June so praise the Baby Jesus.)

However! O'Mara's! O'Mara's Irish Country Cream! O'Mara's Irish Country Cream changes everything. Now, I'm fully aware that O'Mara's Irish Country Cream is an extremely tacky candy-booze for the elderly akin to that fucking weird chocolate-flavored wine that's permanently on sale at Albertson's. But it's also delicious. It tastes just like any normal liquor-based Irish Cream, but it's a little less burny because it's made out of wine (you know, that classic pairing...wine mixed with cream). And that means that if you live in one of the many states with stupid liquor laws, you can still buy O'Mara's Irish Country Cream at the grocery store. You can buy O'Mara's Irish Country Cream at 7-11. You can buy O'Mara's Irish Country Cream at the pharmacy! It's a miracle!

When I'm feeling indulgent (or also sometimes just on regular days maybe), I like to drop a little O'Mara's in my morning coffee instead of milk. It's immensely cheaper than Bailey's (and if you can tell the difference then you drink an embarrassing amount of Irish Cream). It's only 14% alcohol, so you're not getting morning-drunk unless you really commit, and it tastes like ice cream without being too sweet. So I guess, essentially, what I have is a drinking problem for grandmas. But whatever! No shame! If I can pick up grandma's special magic ice cream juice on a tampon run at Walgreen's, I win.